Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.